The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1887-06-06

audience was overpowering, and men saw
a type of their doom, as the cane kept falling
and falling, until the knob of the cane
struck Mr., Livingston's hand, and he clasped
! it Stoutly and said: But the grace of God
can. stop you as | stopped that cane;n and
then there was gladness all through the
house at the fact of pardon and peace and
salvation. "Well, ;" said the people after the
service, II guess you had better send Liv
ingston home; he is making the revival
worse" Oh, for the gales from heaven, and
Christ on board the ship The danger of
the church of God is not in revivals.
Again my subject impresses me with the
fact that Jesus was God and man in the
same being Here He is in the back part of
the boat. Oh, how tired He looks; what
sad dreams He must have Look at His
countenance; He must be thinking of the
cross TO come Look at Him, He is man--
bone of our bone, flesh of our flesh. Tired,
He falls asleep; He is man. But then
find Christ at the PROV of the boat; hear
Him say: Peace, be still" /" and | see the
| storm kneellng at His feet, and the tempests
folding their wings in His presence; He is "a
| God
| If l have sorrow and trouble and want
| sympathy, go and kneel down at the back
| part of the boat, and say: 20, Christ !.
weary one of Gennesaret, sympathlze with
all my sorrow, man of Nazareth, man OF the
cross" man, man. But il | want to
conquer my spiritual foes, if / want to get
the victory over sin, death, and hell, | come
TO the front of the boat, and kneel down
and / say: 80, Lord Jesus Christ, Thou
who dost hush the tempest, hush all my
| grief; hush all my temptation, hush all my
sin A man, man; God, a God.
learn once more from this subject that
| Christ can hush tempest
| II did seem as if everything must go to
L,1 ,.s.r t1na
| of managing the ship; the crew were en-
tirely demoralized; yet Christ rises, and He
puts His foot on the storm and it crouches
at His feet Oh, yesl Christ can hush
| the tempest.
You have had trouble. Perhaps it was
the little child taken away from you-the
sweetest child of the household, the one who
asked the most curious questions and stood
around you with the greatest fondness, and
| the spade cut down through your bleeding
heart. Perhaps it was an only son, and
| your heart has ever since been like desc
| lated castle, che owls of the night hooting
among the falling arches and the crumbling
| Stairways.
Perhaps it was an aged mother. You al
ways went to her with your troubles. She
was in your home TO welcome your children
into life and when they died she was there
| TO pity you that old hand will do you no
more kindness; that white lock of hair you
| put away in the casket, or in the locket,
| didn't look as Il usually did when she
brushed it away from her wrinkled brow in
the home circle or in the country church.
Or your property gone, you said: II have
SO much bank stock, / have 50 many gov
| ernment securities, have so many houses
| | have so many farnsn--all gone, all gone.
Why, sir, all the storms that ever tram
| pied their thunders, all the shipwrecks have
not been worse than this to you. Yet you
| have not been completely overthrown
| Why' Christ hushed the tempest Your
| little one was taken away. Christ says: II
have that little one in my keeping. | can
care for him as well as you can, better than
you can, O bereaved motherm flushing the
tempest. When your property went away
God said: There are treasures in heaven,
in banks that never break" Just hushing
| the tempest.
There is-ena storm into which we will all
have to run. The moment when we let go
of this life and try TO take hold of the next
we will want all the grace possible. Yon-
der | see a Christian soul rocking on the
| surges of death; all the powers of darkness
seem let out against that soul--the swirling
wave, the thunder of the sky, the shrek Of
the wind, all seem to unite together; but
that soul is not troubled; there Is no sigh
ing, there are no tears; plenty of tears in
the room at the departure, but he weeps no
tears, calm, satisfied, peaceful; all is we'll
BY the flash of the storm You see the har
Dor just ahead, and you are making for that
harbor. All shall be well, Jesus hushing
the tempest.
" Into the harbor of Heaven now we glide;
We're home at last, home at last.
Softly we drift on its bright, silv'ry tide,
We're home at last.
Glory to God all our dangers are DER,
We stand secure on the glorAed shore;
Glory 10 God! we win shout ever1nore,
We're home at last